Starforce Warriors-Chapter 511: The Purest Woman (2)

"No need to bother," the young woman said calmly. "My return as Tsukiha Yaiba is not something to be hidden."

"Understood," Okamoto Jiro bowed in reply.

The young bodyguard promptly turned back and resumed his position. Tsukiha Yaiba descended the final step of the stairs and stepped on a luxurious red carpet that stretched an impressive thirty meters to the door of a heavy-duty magnetic levitation luxury car.

The gull-wing door gracefully rose upward, revealing a glimpse of its opulent interior. Being allowed to drive a private vehicle into the airship base was a privilege reserved for the elite. In Jiepeng, a nation with rigid class barriers, only those with genuine authority and influence could enjoy such an honor.

Tsukiha Yaiba stepped into the car, followed closely by the man known as Shinzu Genshi. The young bodyguard captain instinctively moved to block him, but a subtle glance from the elder steward, Okamoto Jiro, told him to stand down.

The gull-wing door slowly lowered, sealing the occupants in the lavishly decorated, soundproof cabin. The atmosphere inside was quiet and serene.

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"Let’s go," Tsukiha Yaiba instructed softly, her crimson lips barely parting.

"Yes, ma'am." The driver responded respectfully, starting the vehicle.

Tsukiha Yaiba deftly adjusted the car's internal controls. A concealed panel gradually descended, separating the driver’s cabin from the rear compartment into two distinct spaces. While those seated in the back could clearly observe the driver, the driver could see nothing of what transpired behind him.

Shinzu Genshi sprawled casually in the most prestigious seat, his posture relaxed and entitled. Meanwhile, Tsukiha Yaiba, the true master of the car, knelt gracefully by his side, her hands skillfully massaging his legs with practiced care, as if she were merely a servant.

"There’s no surveillance or listening devices in here, right?" Shinzu Genshi asked, his eyes scanning the intricate details of the cabin’s design.

"Don’t worry," Tsukiha Yaiba assured him. "The Jiepeng nobility value privacy above all else."

"Privacy, huh?" Shinzu Genshi smirked. "Is it about protecting privacy or digging into others’ secrets?"

"There’s no difference," Tsukiha Yaiba replied coolly. "In any part of the world, the more valuable something is, the more it will attract greed."

"Like what?"

"Like me."

"Oh?"

"But at the very least, this car’s interior has no surveillance or listening devices. I’ve already checked," Tsukiha Yaiba added, her voice steady yet deliberate.

As she spoke, she slowly lifted the hem of her dress. With one hand resting on the man’s shoulder, she settled herself onto his lap.

"Again?" Shinzu Genshi exclaimed dramatically. "Don’t you ever get enough?"

"Don’t you enjoy it?" Tsukiha Yaiba responded, her hips subtly shifting as her eyes grew hazy. "You’re the one who said that if I want to achieve my ambitions, I must seize every opportunity, regardless of time or place, to enhance my abilities. Being with you activates my bloodline far more effectively than traditional cultivation ever could."

It was, indeed, an unexpected discovery. There had been nothing but humiliation and revulsion in the café across from the Jiepeng consulate. She had tasted no joy in intimacy there, only a severance from her past.

Yet, it had inadvertently pointed her toward a new path. The three hours aboard the airship had given her a true taste of why so many stories of love throughout history drove people to madness. The pain of her initiation had long since been replaced by waves of overwhelming pleasure.

But when she had succumbed to her desires, Tsukiha Yaiba had noticed something extraordinary. Her long-stagnant bloodline shackles, which had remained untouched for years, had started to loosen under the overwhelming waves of indulgence.

Surrender came in two forms, none at all or endlessly. Now, she had no choice but to make the most of her time. If she could shatter the third layer of her bloodline shackles before returning to her family, it would grant her greater authority and a stronger bargaining position.

Besides, the man beneath her truly knew what he was doing. Enhancing her strength through sheer ecstasy was a fortune greater than turning passion into a profession. And so... she gave herself over entirely.

Shinzu Genshi, too, finally had his interest piqued. Gripping her waist with both hands, his movements became increasingly forceful and unrestrained. In no time, the car cabin was filled with the raw sounds of collision and heavy breathing.

"The Nine Lives Nine Souls of the Nine-Tailed Fox is certainly remarkable. One life, one breakthrough," Shinzu Genshi muttered to himself. "Each time one dies, their strength doubles. Xiao Bieli... How does that bastard know the secret techniques of that sly fox family? Could he have had a fling with one of them too? And Old Song didn’t hold back with that strike at all. When I return home, I’ll make sure to give him three slashes to return the favor."

His narrowed eyes gleamed with thought. Who would have imagined that being ambushed by Principal Hu back then, which resulted in a version of himself with a fox tail manifesting in his dantian, would lead to such an unexpected advantage?

It seemed even that cunning fox, Principal Hu, wasn’t entirely without merit. A tail would be severed with each death. The power of the severed tail was then absorbed to become part of the cultivator's own strength. This was the cultivation principle of the Heavenly Fox lineage, the revered Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox.

Even the miniature figure residing within Shinzu Genshi’s dantian possessed this extraordinary ability.

When Old Song had slashed at him in the Grinding Blade Hall, one of the fox tails had been severed. The tiny figure at the center of his dantian that was once adorned with nine tails now had only eight remaining. Yet, an immense and overwhelming energy had surged forth from that severed tail and scattered through every limb and bone to become boundless potential.

By fully refining this potential, he could elevate his very essence of life to a higher level. At that point, the art of dual cultivation was clearly an efficient means to refine such potential.

The noblewoman before him, a scion of Jiepeng’s elite, bore a powerful bloodline, amplifying the effects of dual cultivation even further. If that was the case, then... The time for pleasure had officially begun!

At the same time, in the second car of the convoy behind them, Okamoto Jiro sat alongside the young bodyguard captain in the cabin. The captain's face was dark with displeasure.

"I can’t believe the young lady is sharing a car with that lowly, disgraced swordsman." He muttered, his voice brimming with frustration. "Even if they became friends in Great Xia and shared hardships, wasn’t bringing him back to the empire already the ultimate gesture of gratitude? How could their relationship grow this intimate?"

Okamoto Jiro cast a sidelong glance at him. "You disappoint me."

"Uncle?" The young bodyguard, Okamoto Takeyuki, responded in surprise. "Weren’t you the one who encouraged me to pursue the young lady?"

"I did support your pursuit," Okamoto Jiro replied evenly. "But that does not mean I support you overestimating yourself and attempting to influence the young lady’s will upon first meeting her."

Takeyuki fell silent as his lips pressed into a thin line.

Jiro’s white brows lifted slightly as he sighed and spoke with measured patience. "Takeyuki, the young lady is not one of those lower-class women you toyed with in nightclubs and schools. She is a true noblewoman of the heavens. Though the Tsukiha family is facing challenges now, they remain an untouchable colossus to the likes of us. Set aside your arrogant demeanor from the past. Lower yourself appropriately while carefully revealing glimpses of your strength and potential in her presence. Only by doing so can you capture her attention and pique her curiosity."

Okamoto Takeyuki exhaled a heavy breath, his voice steady yet tinged with reluctance. "Uncle, I understand."

Okamoto Jiro continued, his tone growing stern. "I must warn you again not to let genuine feelings cloud your judgment. Do not be bewitched by the young lady's beauty. Forsaking ambition for love is a fool’s path. I will create opportunities for you. If you can claim her virginity, it will greatly benefit your cultivation of the Thousand One technique. If you can merge with her bloodline, you will undoubtedly become the next Saint of the Okamoto family."

Takeyuki's expression darkened with frustration. "But that Shinzu Genshi... it’s clear his relationship with the young lady is far from ordinary. With him around, our plans will face significant obstacles."

Jiro smiled faintly, the wrinkles on his aged face deepening with a wisdom born of countless schemes.

"Do not worry. I’ve already had him thoroughly investigated. Shinzu Genshi hails from a mere fourth-tier noble family that has been in decline for years and is teetering on the edge of bankruptcy. He’s an insignificant figure and will be easily dealt with. All we need is an opportunity to make him disappear. But remember, you must act outwardly respectful and friendly toward him. That way, when he’s gone, the young lady will have no reason to suspect you, and you’ll have the chance to step in."

He patted his nephew’s shoulder reassuringly. It was truly unfortunate, Jiro thought, that Takeyuki, despite being the most talented martial artist of the Okamoto family’s younger generation and inheriting the true bloodline of the clan, lacked the composure and intelligence to match his potential.

Takeyuki remained silent, his mind consumed by thoughts of Tsukiha Yaiba’s unparalleled beauty and her tall, dignified figure.

If he could claim her first night, it would be the most extraordinary achievement of his life. She was a woman as pure and noble as a snow lotus blooming on the peak of Mount Fuji. If he could possess her...He vowed to cherish her with all his being.